I twirled. I jumped. I actually wore a tutu to school. (I'm not kidding). For a year, I refused to wear blue. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, I would dress up in my grandmother's pink chiffon nightgowns and rhinestone necklaces and parade around the apartment like the princess of the universe. I dressed like my Dawn dolls and I dressed my Dawn dolls like me. It was silly, fabulous narcissism – but it stemmed from crucial self-esteem. These dolls were part of my fantasy life and an extension of my ambitions. Tellingly, my favorite doll was Angie, who had dark brown hair, like